305 LICK lyrics

Please don't forget it

Yuh please

Please don't forget it

VITAMINC

Choppin' them T-bone New York steak

Yuh I see you bitch gon' pleased

Coppin' that smoke dat lit (Uh)

Ya woo you bitch gon' sneeze

I got them choppa on them Benz

My bae she wanting that stick

My goons getting all them tatts

Stacking 'em up blits on blits (Uh, yeah)

Hit that thang shit yuh yo bliss on bliss (Uh, yeah)

Lickin' my ear, woo, yuh, clits on clits

Why you wanna go 1, 2, 3

Talk bout that jit might be work with police

Tutufa trigger on dat heat

Raised in 305 we gon' hit that lick (Uh)

I see the demon in your eye

Be with the clicka 'bout to goof

And I'mma die before I see it

But I still keep a silent rule

You the Rico with the roof

I ain't got no signals in my booth

Yuh please

Please don’t forget it

That's what I didn't tell her

Your love on me-e

That's what I didn't tell her

It's all on me-e-e

That's what I didn't tell her

It’s all on me-e-e

That’s what I didn't tell her

Put it on high, put it on gee

Put it on ai ai 옹 (Ai ai 옹)

Put it on high, put it on gee

Put it on ai ai 옹 (Ai ai 옹)

Put it on, put it on

Put it on, a, a, 옹 (A, a, 옹)

Put it on, put it on

Put it on, a, a, 옹 (A, a, 옹)

I see the demon in your eye

Be with the clicka 'bout to goof

And I’mma die before I see it

But I still keep a silent rule

You the Rico wit the roof

I ain't got no signals in my booth

Yuh please

Please don't forget it

Don't forget it

Yuh please

Please don’t forget it

VITAMINC

Choppin' them T-bone New York steak

Yuh I see you bitch gon' pleased

Coppin' that smoke dat lit (Uh)

Ya woo you bitch gon' sneeze

I got them choppa on them Benz

My bae she wanting that stick

My goons getting all them tatts

Stacking 'em up blits on blits (Uh, yeah)

Hit that thang shit yuh yo bliss on bliss (Uh, yeah)

Lickin' my ear, woo, yuh, clits on clits

Why you wanna go 1, 2, 3

Talk bout that jit might be work with police

Tutufa trigger on dat heat

Raised in 305 we gon' hit that lick (Uh)

Lookin' at your neck

You're a sell out huh?

Lookin' at your neck

You're a sell out huh?

You gon' run, you gon run

You gon' run by the book

Couldn't sell out, huh

You gon' run, you gon run

You gon' run by the book

Couldn't sell out, huh

Choppin' them T-bone New York steak

Yuh I see you bitch gon' pleased

Coppin' that smoke dat lit (Uh)

Ya woo you bitch gon' sneeze

I got them choppa on them Benz

My bae she wanting that stick

My goons getting all them tatts

Stacking 'em up blits on blits (Uh, yeah)

Hit that thang shit yuh yo bliss on bliss (Uh, yeah)

Lickin' my ear, woo, yuh, clits on clits

Why you wanna go 1, 2, 3

Talk bout that jit might be work with police

Tutufa trigger on dat heat

Raised in 305 we gon' hit that lick (Uh)

• Artist:Lil Cherry
• Album:CHEF TALK